Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.